Emperor not alone

My eyes hold you in their gaze
for holding you in my arms
is just a dream

My outer drought is broken
but I’m still dry inside
and left wanting

What use is the colour of joy
if it’s dull and washed out
grey without you

My walls crumble from off me
and the sky falls on my head
but I stand free

At last

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